Oh man, I thought the 'Run With Donna' ads
were bad on the The Loop, but 'The Cleaner Wiener' hot dog ads are just
terrible. I suppose they do make me pay attention--which is kind of the
point. Doh!
I had my what is likely too be the last coolish
run of the post-work running sessions for the summer. The rest of the
week is supposed to get into the 90's. Buh-bye any chance of scoring
fast times after work. I say coolish--it was in the mid-80's. But the
humidity wasn't too bad and I was in the shade for about 75% of the time.
I
hadn't intended on running for time. Just my 7 miles. I started out
nice and easy and just wanted to finish without feeling that
it's-hot-and-I-feel-pukey sensation that seems to be a regular occurence
when I go out too hard on a hot day. Somewhere in the middle of the
run, I started to feel kind of bad so I shortened my stride and just
tried to enjoy the ride. Looking back at my splits, the rest mile
appeared to help me finish strong.
I kept a nice pace for the
last few miles and felt really great on the last mile. It was one of
those gleeful running moments when you feel a little ridiculous going
full tilt, but don't care. I was trotting along happily at an 8:15 pace
for about a half mile and then decided to bolt towards the end. I felt
those happy endorphins pulsating through every inch and couldn't help
but smile to myself as I walked back to my car.
Yesterday's
splits: 8:22 (easin' in), 8:12 (warmed up), 8:15 (stayin' steady), 8:25
(rest time), 8:19 (good cadence), 8:03 (almost there), 7:48 (endorphin
blast)
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